The heart dies down-O mightiest then, Come ever true, come ever near, And wake their slumbering love again, Spirit of God's most holy Fear! INDEX. Page AND is there in God's world so drear a place 96 At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid 136 9 Fill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour 120 First Father of the holy seed 152 Foe of mankind! too bold thy race 82 Page Go not away, thou weary soul Hold up thy mirror to the sun 222 144 340 1 Hues of the rich unfolding morn I mark'd a rainbow in the north 61 O hateful spell of Sin! when friends are nigh 205 O holy mountain of my God 128 O Lord my God, do Thou thy holy will 123 Page O Youth and Joy, your airy tread 380 21 140 371 315 319 Soft cloud, that while the breeze of May 172 50 257 Sweet Dove! the softest, steadiest plume T'en cleans'd, and only one remain 86 251 248 5 38 287 The prayers are o'er; why slumberest thou so long 389 The world's a room of sickness, where each heart 325 The year begins with Thee 42 There are, who darkling and alone 74 There is an awe in mortals' joy There is a book, who runs may read 'Twas silence in thy temple, Lord Two clouds before the summer gale 377 79 66 148 333 409 329 353 |